kat’s eye view

So Into You - Tamia 1998

I’ve been listening to this one playlist I made for my friend “Jammy” called Jammy’s Jams. All the songs in this playlist are also part of another category in my brain titled ‘those songs’ - you know, the ones that evoke vivid memories of the days of yore.

One example is the song Don’t Speak by No Doubt. It reminds me of my early high school days, more specifically 9th grade. My friend GS bought the Tragic Kingdom album and brought it to church. The one with the rotting orange on the cover or something, which made it cool. She let me borrow it for one week so I could record it onto a tape. As I was listening to the CD, I could totally feel the song and I was moved. I was dating my first HS crush at the time, and things were ending. I think I might have even shed a tear.

“you and me, we used to be… together” - yea, i was a little sappy back then.

Why don’t they write songs like they used to? The heart-wrenching, tear jerking, just all around, relatable music?

My top songs would have to include:

• Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey
• Love of My Life - Erykah Badu
• Tell Me - Groove Theory
• This Is How We Do It - Montell Jordan
• My Boo - Ghost Town DJ’s
• Don’t Speak - No Doubt

Songs are like scents.. tied in with memories of people, places and events.

Btw, what were YOU doing when “Too Close - Next” was being circulated through the airwaves?

 When did maintenance down there become the difference between a night of orgasmic fun, and a night spent alone?

A friend of mine has been in a relationship for about a year or so and gardening hasn’t been the best thing about it. Much to her bf’s dismay, she decided she was going to take a break for a while. 

The conversation went a little something like this:

Bf: Honey, it tickles when I go down there, could you clean it up a bit?

Gf: No.

And that was it. End of conversation. 

Having hair down there is natural. Why do some men see it as a deal breaker when approached with a full bush? In my opinion, they should be so lucky to have one served to them on any given night. (Because women are goddesses) 

Unless waxing, tweezing, shaving or laser treatment is something the woman wants to do, it shouldn’t be the deciding factor in an intimate situation. I am all for a clean cat, but when a man tells me I’m not getting any because I skipped a shave or two, he can service himself that night.

Oh, and what about some reciprocation? Manscaping much?

As they held each other for the last time on marshmallow beds and cream filled pillows, an undeniable stream of sadness rolls down the side of her face. Drop by drop it adds to the collection of tears that have welled up on his semi-chiseled chest. “you’re so comfortable” she whispers as she nestles her head under his right arm.

- this was her favorite place -

As dawn peeked through paper clipped drapes, she knew this signified the end of everything they once shared. Wishing the sun would wait until she was ready to leave, one last realization flooded her mind.

Lacking the courage to tell him how she really felt, she looked into his eyes fighting off tears, and wished she had the courage to tell him…

(I love you)

“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want” he tells her as he kisses the tears off her cheek.

What started with an innocent kiss under the stars ended with another simple kiss above the eyebrows.

And that was goodbye.

  That’s me learning how to ’stay within the lines’. Circa 1986. 

It is suffice to say that I do not fare well with boundaries, rules, or structure.

When class starts promptly at 11:50, you can be sure I’ll be in my seat by 12:07, and no earlier. Be at work by 8:00a.m., let’s make it 8:30 and we have a deal. Dinner reservations at 7:30pm? I’ll be there by 7:15! (food is important to me) When someone tells me not to do something, I’ll take it into consideration, but I won’t appreciate the fact that I have been put on a limitation of sorts. I get that itch to see how far I can push without being pushed back. 

Recently, I was asked not to give “Maybe” as an answer to questions such as “Do you want to have dinner?” or “Do you want to hang out?” I know it’s a straight forward question, and while it’s not hard to give a “yes” or a “no”, there are too many variables to give a definitive answer. What if an emergency comes up that takes precedent over having dinner and a movie? You never know what might happen, so I want to cover all my bases before having to break a promise. (unless my fingers were crossed, of course) 

Here’s the thing about me: If you want me to do something for you, tell me how happy it’ll make you, and I’ll be happy to do it. 

Because happiness, like most great things in life are limitless.

So my little cousin and his little friends have ventured out and started printing t-shirts. They’re out and available for sale. This is also the same little cousin that painted me some custom designed Vans not too long ago.

“these are my magic shoes”

Without further ado, here are the shirts:

I’m really proud of my little cousin & support him to the fullest degree. I’ll be sporting one next time you see me! If you are interested, or know anyone that would, leave me a comment, or you can click HERE and order one yourself.